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Sugar on my lips Hands holding my head On my way up falling to my death I don’t want to talk to you It’s my last day I don’t wanna talk to you I got nothing to say Cracked bathroom tiles. Walls are paper thin Strings are broken my arms carry everything I don’t want to talk to you It’s my last day I don’t want to talk to you I got nothing to say Take the floors that I’m falling through I’m a man of war. I’m not bullet-proof Take the floors that I’m falling through I’m a man of war. I’m not bullet-proof Take the floors that I’m falling through I’m a man of war. I’m not bullet-proof Take the floors that I’m falling through I’m a man of war. I’m not bullet-proof From Letras Mania